_Ham._ O all you host of heaven! O earth! what else? And shall I couple hell? O, fie! Hold, hold, my heart;[480] And you, my sinews, grow not instant old, But bear me stiffly up. Remember thee![481][482] 95 Ay, thou poor ghost, while memory holds a seat[483] In this distracted globe. Remember thee![482] Yea, from the table of my memory I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past,[484] 100 That youth and observation copied there; And thy commandment all alone shall live Within the book and volume of my brain, Unmix'd with baser matter: yes, by heaven![485] O most pernicious woman![486] 105 0 villain, villain, smiling, damned villain! My tables,--meet it is I set it down,[487][488] That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain;[488] At least I'm sure it may be so in Denmark. [_Writing._[488][489] So, uncle, there you are. Now to my word;[488] 110 It is 'Adieu, adieu! remember me.'[488][490][491] I have sworn't.[488][490][492] _Hor._} [_Within_] My lord, my lord! _Mar._} _Enter_ HORATIO _and_ MARCELLUS.[493] _Mar._ Lord Hamlet! _Hor._ Heaven secure him![494] _Ham._ So be it![495] _Mar._ Illo, ho, ho, my lord![496] 115 _Ham._ Hillo, ho, ho, boy! come, bird, come.[497] _Mar._ How is't, my noble lord? _Hor._ What news, my lord?[498] _Ham._ O, wonderful![499] _Hor._ Good my lord, tell it. _Ham._ No; you will reveal it.[500] _Hor._ Not I, my lord, by heaven. _Mar._ Nor I, my lord. 120 _Ham._ How say you, then; would heart of man once think it?[501] But you'll be secret?[502] _Hor._} Ay, by heaven, my lord. _Mar._} _Ham._ There's ne'er a villain dwelling in all Denmark[503][504] But he's an arrant knave.[504][505] _Hor._ There needs no ghost, my lord, come from the grave[506] 125 To tell us this.[506][507] _Ham._ Why, right; you are i' the right; And so, without more circumstance at all, I hold it fit that we shake hands and part: You, as your business and desire shall point you;[508] For every man hath business and desire,[509] 130 Such as it is; and for my own poor part,[510] Look you, I'll go pray.[511] _Hor._ These are but wild and whirling words, my lord.[512] _Ham._ I'm sorry they offend you, heartily;[513] Yes, faith, heartily.[514] _Hor._ There's no offence, my lord. 135